he would bow if told
hold his hand gently
she may melt my mind tonight.
smooth hands, taunting smile.
Do you remember romance?
he would bow if told
hold his hand gently
she may melt my mind tonight.
smooth hands, taunting smile.
Do you remember romance?
A glance into my evening parade
the thought police, the reminders,
what we were, wanted to be,
what we are today, who,
I can never really tell anymore.
But I wait for the moon, sleek
across a twilight sky,
I’m with you, me, we too
we are one in nature’s incandescent
dance in a gallery
stars inside
crying hearts.
Haven’t a place to begin
sorting through old tapes.
The aftermath,
sometimes would chase me in
leaving little remaining wrath,
only hope and peace but running laps.
Haven’t found a solution
only a quiet, a reckoning.
Telling my story while on my healing journey
They're mine, and yours 'cause our voice got lost somewhere in between. Welcome home...
So Dawn Goes Down to day
writings from my heart and soul
stories on adventure, and travel, and real life
Where Myths Are Maybe Real
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
poetry,writings,memories and more....
Concerning All Types Of Relationships
Children's book illustrator
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A Collaborative Mental Health Blog
A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. This is my blog that highlights other works, for my poems and musings please follow me on http://myshellecongeries.wordpress.com/